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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to you all. Sending lots and lots of love ❤️

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The dudes I work with are very macho and big on hiding their emotions from each other because dudebro culture. But then the sunrise looks like this:

"Braaaaaaah!"

"Hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah!"

"The fuck is that color chartreuse?"

"Nah dumbass chartreuse is green thats safety orange."

"Yah can't call a sunset 'safety orange' it's not very poetic."

"Hey BabyJake- what color you call that?"

"...beautiful..."

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I can't think straight. It's giving au nightclub owner!Javier.

He's nice but only for his benefit.

Javier's cocky and sleazy and much too old to be going after the female clientele that comes to his club to let loose and dance every weekend. "Need'a taste of one of those sweet treats." Javier crudely comments while running his fingers down the dark whiskers that line his lips, openly staring at a piece of eye candy spinning on the crowded dance floor. 

He struts around in muted button-ups, ruffled hair, and skin-tight blue jeans while crudely pointing to his crotch with a smirk, "Gotta display the goods."

Javier's only ever seen with his tinted aviators. The bastard will even leave them on while he fucks you against his office door, pouring filth in your ear and slipping a thumb in your mouth to keep you quiet. "Grippin' him so tight, Gatita. You gonna come again?" He'll stare ravenous from the murky blue beyond as he slams your hips into the dark wood, making you come multiple times before slapping your ass as you straighten your dress and sending you back to tend bar with his seed staining your panties.

A few times, you've seen Javier without his shades. While he's doing paperwork or taking a nap in his office on that old, stained couch that you made a mental note never to sit on. Or when he's stressed, he pinches the metal frame between his fingers in one hand while rubbing the pounding ache behind his eyes with the other with a sigh before quickly placing them back on the bridge of his nose like a shield. He looks different without the protective glass, delicate and timid, like a child lost in the world, much like when you first moved to the city before finding Javier and his club.

You've been known to dangerously raise one of his brows under his tinted, oversized shades whenever you stand your ground during an argument with him. Despite his seedy qualities, Javier has a heart of gold, especially for the girls who work for him. He enjoys the fight you always give him, verbally sparring back and forth like an old married couple until he eventually backs down and gives you a soft nod, mumbling, "You're right, Gatita." 

Try as you might not to be swayed by his lousy flirtatious repartee and dark, inviting eyes; you slip into his lap every night after your shift and indulge in his honeyed depravity. 

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What the actual fuck is wrong with people. Anon does not give you the right to be an absolute shit stain.

oh here we go, another stupid brown bitch complaining instead of being grateful we read her work! if you're so unhappy being here maybe leave and stick to doing what your people do best, fucking your goats and blowing people up. oh wait!!! they're the ones being blown up HA!

gaza deserves to get flattened, it's ridding the world of ungrateful shit stains like you 😂😂😂😂

you know. once upon a time people were creative with their insults!

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🌟⚜️🌟Stars Clouds🌟⚜️🌟

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We used to look up at the sky wondering about our place in the stars. Now we just look down, worrying about our place in the dirt.

INTERSTELLAR (2014)

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Livraria Lello (Lello Bookstore) - Porto, Portugal. 2018.

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ao3 wrapped

-> you read 2,690,420 words, none of which are in the bible

-> your preferred genre is an abomination

-> you found one writer and read everything they've ever written...

-> ...only to find out they're into some weird shit.

-> and now you are too. congratulations!

-> the data we've collected has shocked us to our very core and we wish we hadn't done it. we won't see you next year. please seek professional mental support